I Have Not Long To Live. I

Once There Had Been Joy, But Now There Was Only Sadness, And It Was Not, He Knew, Alone The Sadness Of An Empty House; It Was The Sadness Of All Else, The Sadness Of The Earth, The Sadness Of The Failures And The Empty Triumphs.

These Are The Stories The Dogs Tell, When The Fires Burn High And The Wind Is From The North.

I Did Not Want To Move. For I Had The Feeling That This Was A Place, Once Seen, That Could Not Be Seen Again. If I Left And Then Came Back, It Would Not Be The Same; No Matter How Many Times I Might Return To This Particular Spot The Place And Feeling Would Never Be The Same, Something Would Be Lost Or Something Would Be Added, And There Never Would Exist Again, Through All Eternity, All The Integrated Factors That Made It What It Was In This Magic Moment.

It Is Only Of Life On Earth, However, That One Can Speak With Any Certainty. It Seems To Me That All Life On Earth, The Sum Total Of Life Upon The Earth, Has Purpose.

Inside The Time Bubble We Do Not Age. We Age Only When We Are Outside Of It.